Chapter 76

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Chapter 76:

"Oh, teacher, how can you be like this, secretly hiding in the room of an adolescent girl?" Claire reprimanded expressionlessly.

"Is stealing something in the middle of the night from the Temple of Light something a young girl would do?" Camille had a dark face, but his tone was extremely tender.

Seeing this, Claire felt a bit uncomfortable. "Well, teacher, can you make your tone and expressions match?"

"Ok." Camille's face revealed a smile as gentle as spring wind, his tone extremely tender as he stood up and slowly walked over. "What good thing did you steal, let me see."

"You want to do evil to evil?" Claire watched Camille alertly.

The next moment, an explosive force hit the top of Claire's head. Camille's gentle voice carried hidden anger. "Did you read too many stupid books?"

"Aiya, you hit me?" Claire covered the top of her head and then glared with resentment at White Emperor, who had just speedily slid to her shoulder, taking refuge. This thing was too immoral. Camille's speed was too quick, so Claire didn't have time to dodge, and this little thing was too good, dodging so quickly at the crucial moment.

"So what if I hit you? Quickly bring it out and let me see!" Camille said tenderly, yet dangerously at the same time.

Claire said from the corner of her mouth, "You're sure you won't do evil to evil?"

Camille's hand raised again. Camille hugged her head and immediately dodged to the side.

It was only after the two stared at each other for a while that Claire slowly brought out the object.

"The goddess's gift? What are you going to do with this?" Although Camille recognized in a glance what the object was, he wasn't very surprised.

"In any case, it's useful." Claire rolled her eyes at Camille. This bastard that bullied the weak, doing whatever he wanted with his speed that was faster than hers.

"Tch, I actually thought it was something good. Go to sleep." Camille snorted, then immediately left out the door.

Camille looked suspiciously at the door. What did this guy's reaction mean? Really strange.

But in any case, now she could let Walter's body be reborn, something worthy of being happy about.

Claire closed the door, sat back on the bed, then pulled out the Spiritual Stone and started pinching it viciously.

"Don't, don't pinch!" The first sentence Walter said when he awoke was this, but he was actually burning with rage on the inside. This devil pinched pretty hard this time. If he wasn't pinched, who knew when he would wake up.

Claire stopped pinching Walter, pointing at the conch shell at the side and asked Walter, "How do you use this thing?"

Walter opened his mouth wide, dumbstruck.

"Speak!" Claire faked jabbing at the spiritual stone, softly jabbing without any politeness, making Walter come back to his senses.

Walter still didn't understand how senseless he was, saying mockingly, "I'm not responsible for what other people think."

"Ah..." Immediately, Walter's miserable cry broke through the dawn. Everybody greeting a new day with this cry.

Once everybody hurried over to the entrance of Claire's room, they saw a delicate and beautiful man with bumps all over his head, crouching painfully on the floor, hugging his head while crying mournfully, only a blanket wrapped around his waist. Claire had an ashen face. She had just stopped her painful hits.

Everybody immediately fell a wild wind blow. What was this situation?

With sharp eyes, Summer saw the blanket around Walter's waist. She frowned as she said quietly, "That blanket seems like the blanket from Claire's bed."

After the wild wind was a bolt out of the blue.

Everyone was struck by lightning.

Claire gave a cold look at Summer, the meaning in her eyes couldn't be more clear. Would you have died if you didn't say that sentence? Was that really necessary?

Summer gulped, seeing Claire's cold gaze, shrinking back somewhat fearfully.

Jean looked at the person who was crouching on the ground. He said quietly, "Walter?"

Walter looked up at Jean, showing a smile that was more painful than crying. "Jean, you should give me a set of clothes first."

"Oh, you recognize him?" Summer suddenly understood. "In other words, this guy wanted to attack at night, and then was hit by Claire into this and thrown out?" Summer said thoughtlessly from her imagination.

"I'm going to rest! Nobody is allowed to disturb me!" Claire's face darkened even more. She turned, slamming the door, ignoring the people outside her door.

At the dining table, Summer stroked her chin, sizing up Walter, who was currently eating. Jet-black, silk-like hair, delicate and refined face, eyes like water, looking charming no matter how you looked at him. Such a gentle and refined person, even if you beat Summer to death, she wouldn't believe this delicate and pretty man would attack Claire in the middle of the night. Unless he didn't want to live. Just then she was talking without thinking. Now she was thinking carefully that if this person was Claire's friend, he would definitely not recklessly go to Claire's room and attack at night, unless he didn't want to live. With Claire's temperament, that woman, she would definitely cut him to pieces.

"Who on earth are you? Why did you appear in Claire's room?" Summer asked, stroking her chin, looking suspiciously at Walter, who was eating.

"I'm called Walter, you?" Walter asked after he finished eating, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"Summer. You still haven't answered me." Summer frowned and continued to interrogate.

"I came last night, but a peal of wind blew away my clothes. That's why I became like this." Walter spouted nonsense in a deadpan serious tone.

Summer's mouth twitched. "If you don't want to talk, then forget about it, hmph."

Walter only smiled, not answering. The less people knew about this matter, the better.

Camille carried a large pan of meat to the back garden, cursing incessantly in his heart. That damn brat, it would be fine if she just got a strong magic beast to raise in the backyard, but now she had another living person. Was she treating him like a charity?! But he never thought that that brat would steal the goddess's gift for a human.

At the moment, Claire was sitting in a lotus position on the bed, meditating.

Now Walter had a body, so the spiritual connection between him and Claire had also disappeared. The most important problem was that Walter was a Dark magician and how to hide the Dark aura that was with his body. Before they could think of a way, they could only let this guy hide in a room and not come out for now. This guy still looked like the wanted criminal from the Temple of Light's list, right?

Just at this moment, there was the sound of a quiet knock at the door.